His dark eyes are almost black, and he pins me with that intent stare.
He licks my fingers.
I want to melt into the shelf at my back. And I never want this moment to end.
It’s achingly erotic. The sensation of his tongue on my skin is decadent, and the way his nostrils flare when he tastes me is immensely gratifying.
“Rand…” His name is little more than a ragged whisper.
“My office,” he growls. “Now.”
He lowers my hand and reluctantly releases my wrist.
I unstick my feet from the floor and trail after him, almost in a daze as I remove my now-silent headphones. My phone is still in my hand, but Bones has ended the call.
My stomach dips. I have no idea what I’ll say to him later.
But I can’t worry about it right now.
Not when Rand’s broad back fills my vision, muscular shoulders straining against his crisp white shirt.
He’s tense. I’d think he was furious if he hadn’t just licked my arousal from my fingers.
I’m on edge, but the trepidation is thrilling. My wanton behavior could cost me my place at the university, but I suspect Rand doesn’t intend to get me kicked out.
I have no idea what will happen when we get to the privacy of his office. Wild scenarios race through my mind as we leave the library, each one more disturbingly erotic than the last.
He doesn’t say a word to me; he simply strides purposefully, leaving me no choice but to rush to keep up.
Part of me thinks I probably look like a puppy trotting along in his wake, but I’m not sure what else to do.
Leaving doesn’t seem like an option. I don’t think he’d allow it; he could easily keep pace with me and follow me home.
I straighten my shoulders. I’m no coward. I won’t run from him.
He had no right to touch me, even if I was masturbating in public.
No matter how insanely hot it was to watch him taste me, I have some leverage here. My professor made an overtly sexual advance.
If he thinks he can hold this over me, I’ll stand up for myself.
I’ve mostly gathered my resolve by the time we enter his office. The door snaps closed behind me, and suddenly his bigbody cages mine against the wall. His powerful arms brace on either side of my head, and his face is a feral mask.
I place a restraining hand on his chest and narrow my eyes at him. His heart hammers beneath my palm.
“I don’t think so,” I say tersely.
His brows draw together in dangerous slashes. “What’s changed in the last few minutes? You didn’t seem to bethinkingat all when I caught you in the library.”
I tip my chin back, and his gaze flicks to my lips as though I’m offering a kiss.
“No,” I refuse before he can act. “Just because you caught me in a compromising position doesn’t give you the right to touch me.”
“The way your eyes flashed when I licked your juices from your fingers tells me I have every right. You want me.”
“That doesn’t mean I’ll let you drag me to your office and steal a kiss.”
“I didn’t drag you anywhere. I saidcome,and you obeyed. A kiss won’t be stolen. You’re going to offer it to me. I think I’ll make you beg for it, since you’ve decided to be so obstinate.”
